Admit it, you loved every minute of it...
It is with some shame and embarrassment that I have to admit you are right Jay, but for the life of me, I cannot draw on any rationale that enables me to explain or justify why this is so.
I can only respond by adding, that you must have undoubtedly experienced this self-same phenomena and are as equally perplexed as myself as to why such a dangerous situation pushes not only the adrenaline button but also the excitement one .......
But I wanna suggest one thing and I could be wrong here, is the 'enjoyment' retrospective, in that after an incident such as this happens, and for all intents and purposes everyone is OK in terms of serious injury; do we not then look back on it and sorta warp the experience in our heads to one of excitement when in reality, as each and every separate second unfolded, we were but mere hostages to circumstance, no more enjoying the experience than one of Pavlov's dogs enjoying the reflex experience of salivation?
In other words, we look back and fool ourselves into thinking we liked it because we came out the other end of that pipe with everything intact .....
I suppose I'm trying to find an excuse as to why I would enjoy being in the middle of 5 Cubans punching and kicking the hell outa me just because I defended myself in head-butting some tall big-mouth who needed tuning up as he attacked me.....
Question is though... if the same circumstances unfolded in that way again, would I react in the same way ?
